Broken Dreams

shattered pieces of glass next to a building

Shattered hopes
Shattered dreams
What once was a future
Now lies broken on the sidewalk
Swept aside by time
Yet each piece
Cuts as deep as the first day
The ache and the pain
Of seeing others fulfill their dreams

Shattered hopes
Shattered dreams
Once was one future
Lies broken on the sidewalk
Once was one dream
Now becomes another
The whole that was broken
Now becomes something else

What was once broken parts
Now become elements of something new
Each piece changes and become something else
A new design from the broken parts

Shattered Hopes
Shattered Dreams
They can lay in the dust
Broken reminders
Or they can become something new
Something better something else
An end of one dream
Does not end all dreams


Friday Thoughts: Dreams and Longing

black and white photos of old, rusty rails disappearing into a forest.
It has been so long since I took photos for myself! So glad to start doing that again and improving it!

Good morning! Today is yet the start of the Weekend. Depending on where you work, I either offer my good wishes or good luck.

Today I want to talk about having a dream. Or a goal if you will.

If life is like a train on rails then stations are either life events or reaching goals.

In my short life span I have come to the conclusion that there are three kinds of dreams. The first is the most obvious. The Life Goal. A dream that will take your entire life to reach or will be a part of your life for as long as you life. Often times these are community-based or something that is personal but will impact society. In some cases these dreams are part of your very existence. Part of your soul.

The second kind, to me, are Milestone Goals. Something that we all have to one degree or another. Buy a house. Get a job. Get that degree or promotion.

The last kind is the Bucket List. These are just little “I want to do” but if it doesn’t happen, no biggie. For some it is sky diving. For others it may be swimming with dolphins. Who knows. These little dreams come and go. Some keep a list. Or you are me and just forget about it.

I am sure you know that one person who not only has a goal for their life but are well on their achieving it. Or already reached that goal. Or they know what they want to chase after or have a dream. Many times those dreams are lofty and a great boon for the community. Such as becoming a teacher or working with a non-profit organization.

But maybe you are more like me.

I don’t have a clue where I want to end up in ten years. Or that dream you’ve had since being a kid seems out of reach now.

For me, it was hard. When people ask what my goal or my dream was I would say “I don’t really have one”. Or if I was ashamed of this little fact I would say something typical and falls under the ‘Milestone Goal’. Get a job. Pay off loans. Stuff that are a goal but not my goal. Not my dream.

This morning I listen to one of my favorite CDs of Celtic/Irish/Scottish music. And I my heart was a thousand miles away on the shores of a distant isle that I have never seen with my own eyes. Or have walked its earth. But my heart still wanted to go there.

I realized in that moment as the song came to its close that I had this little desire for as long as I remember. Go to Ireland.

It may not seem like a big goal or one that is selfish but it is a dream that has stuck with me for many years. Sometimes it is louder. Other times it is a lot quieter. Some days it seems possible to do it. Other times it might as well be Pluto.

This morning I decided that I will chase after that dream.

And if I am going to chase this dream then I need to figure out the steps to take it. So far I have the following:

  • Research how to travel the world
  • Save money
  • Get passport
  • Find a place to stay in Ireland
  • Find a way to get to Ireland
  • Find a way to get back from Ireland

It may not seem much as a start but it is a start.

And maybe that is what you need. Just start working towards that goal.

Maybe you haven’t even walked up to the staring line. In that case, I say just go and do it.


So, first full week of working at my retail job is in full swing. Today we happened to get our restock shipment which translated into lots of boxes, lots of walking, and lots of shelving. My favorite part is being able to help others find what they are looking for.

I enjoyed it but I will admit, I was sadden that I am not going to have as much free time to do what I love best: dreaming up new video ideas and writing.

But yesterday something interesting happened: a young man came in looking for a miniature desk.

I asked him what the desk was for. He answered as part of a video he was working on for his own job. This started an idea in my head, what if I bought miniature model objects (benches, trees, and animals) to create a new level of stop motion videography. I have already made several using model tanks so this would be the next stage.

This inspiration, a spur of the moment conversation, made me think about inspiration again. The essence of it. Some get their inspiration from “muse” in the form of a person or music. For me, I’ll take my inspiration where I can.

Yet inspiration is nothing if work is not applied to it. I can have a lot of ideas but nothing will happen if I do nothing. And yes, I risk the chance of failing horribly and put my money in something that did not pay it back in some form. On the other hand, there is no gain without risk.

For me, to reduce the amount of risk is to study others who have done similar things, research the costs of materials, and draw up plans and analyze them.

I’ll also have to save money to create a platform to work on but this will be well worth it. To the drawing board! Or sketch pad in my case.

Finding Life

A pen to write
A pencil to draw
A brush to paint

Each a story to tell
Each an escape to make

A camera to use
A stage to walk
A prank to play

Each a mask we wear
Each a shield we hide behind

A way to speak again
A skill to find ourself in
A way to see the world
A way to live again

We all run from life at times
We all leave for a while
But we must come back

What we once used to disappear
Is how we live yet again

Giving Up to Succeed

As I near the end of my college life, I have begun to think in earnest about what I want to do with the rest of my life.

I want to do something with computers and cameras. At the same time, I also want to write an original novel. I ponder how I will accomplish my dreams and then I realize something.

I have to give up in order to succeed.

I have to give up video games in order to write stories. I have to give up Netflix so that I can write. The list goes on and on with what I have to give up in order to succeed in writing a novel.

To be honest, I am a bit terrified of giving up what I like to do for fun but at the same time I want to reach new heights. For a while, I was happy to just coast through life.

Now, I want my dreams. I’m becoming hungry for my dreams.

So that is the question: what am I willing to pay for my dreams?

In most cases, it is not a permanent sacrifice. It is a choice of when to do it. Do what most people do on Friday nights and delay the dreams I hold or go for the dream.

I look back and into the history of great people and I wonder what they had to give up to achieve fame and-or dream? Thomas Edison with his light bulb. The Wright Brothers and mastering the sky? Albert Einstein? Emma Watson?

How hungry were they for their dreams?

What about the great sports figures? And the actors and actress who perform in front of audiences and cameras? What did they trade for their dreams?

How many nights out with the girls? Pick up game of basketball with guys? How many televisions shows did they miss in order to sharpen their skills as actors? How many long nights did they spend studying science?

Now, I wonder what I must give up in order to succeed.

And will I be hungry enough for my dreams to let them go?